After the whole fever incident my counts had strted to come back up to normal levels. It was now 14 days since my treatment began and I had another bone marrow biopsy done to find out how my cancer was doing. I was feeling great. There was a very strange thing that happened to me, I lost my taste buds. I could not taste anything. Everything I put in my mouth felt like cardboard. Really the only thing that had a trace of flavor was vert sour green apples and pizza pizza. During those 14 days if treatment I was challenged everyday to stand in faith regardless of what was going on in my body. I had to make the choice to believe. Much easier said then done when you have a fever 0f 104.9 and the doctors are telling you that they don’t have a clue what is going on. I still made the choice to say that no matter what God, I believe.
I have to say that one of the reasons I was ablre to stand with such assurance was my wife. She was a pillar for me during this time. I am so thankful to have such an incredible woman like her in my life. I will post more on her later in the story.
My hair on my head and face was now all gone, I truly was looking like a cancer patient on the outside, but on the inside I knew who my God was and was ready to take the next step in this journey.
Two days passed since my bone marrow biopsy. It was a beautiful fall day outside and my wife and I were just sitting in the room when my doctor walked in and just sat himself down and began to talk about the weather. He went on and on and then very calm and collective looked at us and said, “Oh by the way we got your results back and your cancer is in remission” then he just walked out. I remember looking at my wife and raising my hands. I didn’t know if I should scream or cry, all I knew is I was thankful to God.
After our celebration we had a nurse come in and kindly inform us that it was not a big deal to have your cancer in remission, it was keeping it there which was the problem. She then informed us that most likely my cancer would be back in less then a year, she even pointed out the patient down the hall who had just been admitted because his cancer was back even more aggresive. Nice news, but there was nothing that could shake me now. I looked at her and thanked her for her pep talk and informed her that I would be back to the hospital in a year, just to visit.
So ended round one of my treatment. One down two to go!
